John Crichton watched as four plump rabbits turned on spits. This countryside seemed to be rich in wildlife, and it just an hour or so, he with is bow, and Chianna with throwing knives, had managed to bring down these rabbits. Rygel had actually managed to make himself useful, as he and D'argo had gone hunting for vegetables and tubers. With D'argo's survival knowledge and both their keen noses, they had found a good bounty, and the four friends found themselves anticipating the coming meal. Of course, they had to keep a close eye on Rygel.

"I only want to make sure the meal is fit for a King," Rygel whined, "You wouldn't want to waste your time with unworthy fare, would you?"

"Considering this fare is all we have, Rygel, you'll eat it, unworthy or not. Or starve," D'argo rumbled.

"That's no way to treat a ruler," Rygel harrumphed. "When I regain my throne, I'll remember your insolence."

"I wonder where your Kingdom is," Chianna mused. Her eyes then glittered, "I wonder if you're rich here."

Crichton said, "We may be able to answer the first question soon. When hunting, I saw what looked like a road. Looks like it gets used fairly often, too. We'll try to figure the direction of most traffic, and ease on down the road. Tonight, we'll camp here. Looks like we got blankets and cloaks in our gear, and the weather looks mild...I don't see much chance of rain, we'll do some camping, kids. It'll be fun."

The group dove heartily into their meal and eventually made ready to sleep under the stars.

"Why do I get last watch?", Rygel grumbled.

"Because you drew the short straw and got the last pick," Crichton said.

"I think you are making that up," Rigel said, "That's dren, to make me the thoddo. I won't be fit to rule, without needed sleep."

Crichton sighed and said, "Look, Sparky, I'LL take the last shift, ok? You can have the first one."

"That arrangement is acceptable," Rygel said after a pause. "Not as acceptable as a full night's sleep."

"Too frelling bad," D'argo grumbled. Chianna gently stroked him, and began tugging on his elbow.

"Ok, you two, you've got two cycles, then Chianna's up," Crichton said.

"Two cycles? That's all?", Chianna whined.

"Tralks," Rygel muttered. He shot dirty looks at the shifting, groaning lumps under the blanket.

Crichton stood away, grinning a bit at the activity and Rygel's discomfort. Hey, nookie under the stars. He couldn't blame them.

Sigh.

Aeryn. Where are you? Zahn, what do you have to do with all this? Moya, what's happned to you? Pilot...

In Southshire, the circus had come to town. Placards had gone up all over the city, promising thrills, spills and sights the people had never seen, guaranteed.

The star attraction of the promised freak show, the Frog Boy of the swampland. There, on the advertising poster with horror style lettering, was the menacing, snarling face of...

Pilot...